Текст песни PHARAON - Ничего не изменилось

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[Verse 1: PHARAON]
I'm blown away from the poppy ashes handy paper RAW
Dead young bastard, seemingly like Russell Crowe
I pass through, they are silent, from the grave at night
I get to tell them that their fucking rap [?]

And I'll take your ruble, lit him Blunt
Your teen will work on their knees [?]
Thin dead rapper will take away the life you
If the headlights in your area, you can not run from it

I creep like Jeepers, under the cloak keep the ax
Cadillac smokes a mile, you got under his eyes
I wander along the boulevards, dead white tenevod
I'm blown away from the poppy ashes after set fire to ice

Smoke out, phone, two sim cards, ten tons
Package Morse, sneaker in meat, is perfect - Quincy Jones
Italics, your blade longsliv epilogue
In my eyes tired, I became what you could not (creature)

[Hook 4x: PHARAON]
We do not know, I do not know who you are
I twist the fruit on the lid of the coffin